Little Chagny

A Ghost?

Auntie Christine got me ready for bed as she finished getting ready for bed. "Auntie Christine? Why awen't you getting weady for my bwother?" She looked over and smiled at me and sat beside me. She put me in the bed then we heard,

Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my triumph!  

I looked around and Christine held me as she looked around and held me close and sang,

Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen . . .
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak -
forgive me . . .
enter at last,
Master!

Then I said, 

Angel!

Please protect us from harm.

Your voice is like an angel from above

Then the strange voice came out and sang,

Flattering children,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!

I turn my head and saw a face in a mirror and pulled onto Auntie's dress and she saw him and sang,

Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...

Then I sang,

Angel from above

We seek protection away from harm

Then he sang and I heard some mumbles but I was too capitative by the Angel's voice,

I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .

We were sitting in the boat on Auntie Christine lap and the phantom picked me up into his arms. I fell asleep in his arms feeling warmth and calmness and I felt something soft and warm on me and I fell right to sleep with his sound of music.